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[thefloater]

I was talking to a former lover (her eyes not green like July) and I realized that I understand everyone except myself (and her, but more importantly myself). And, taking into account one of my many faux-losophies on life, this presents a paradox. It is impossible to know anyone fully if thine ownself is shrouded. Do I know you, or do I assume

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[offwangle]

excuse me. FORMER lover? psh.

[anonymous]

WC

[thefloater]

WC?